Someday in the future I am going to force my kids to write a nice letter to Bank of America, thanking them for any semblance of culture they might have. BofA hosts Museums on Us during the first weekend of every month. Without this program I would never have brought a 3yo and a 1yo to the Bronx Zoo, the Botanical Gardens or the Met. A trip like that is guaranteed to cost $100 when you factor in soft pretzels, dippin’ dots, and other various snacks. Saving $50-75 on admission really eases the sting of having to leave after eight minutes because someone’s diaper exploded on my dress (yes, that happened) or running through every exhibit with a crying child.

This month BofA stepped up their game and added two new museums to their NYC roster – the Whitney and the Guggenheim. Ian read great things about the “Picasso Black and White” exhibition and we were psyched to see it for free before it ends later this month, so we were off to the Guggenheim.

Normally we shuttle the kids through, shoving as many illegal snacks in their hands before a guard catches us, just for the opportunity to catch a real life glimpse of a famous piece of art. This time was different. Both kids loved the shape of the museum, six levels of ramps snaking up to the top with an open rotunda. With no stairs to tumble down and only one exit, the kids were free to run without me having a heart attack or seven.

Besides the architecture, Gavin was in awe of the exhibit. Something about Picasso’s simple abstract works (I know nothing about art so forgive me if that was a butcher of his style) really caught his eye.

He could have stood in front of “The Kitchen” for an hour, identifying all the shapes and letters he saw.

“I think maybe someone fell on him. Oh wait, there’s another foot, but it’s a small foot like a baby.”

“Yes, I see that, and a bald head like a baby on the bottom.”

“You know what I think this is Mom?”

“What honey?”

“A family. I see mommy, daddy, me, and baby sister laughing and playing in bed.”

I’m so proud of my family.

He might like Picasso but he still hates family portraits, especially when it delays his soft pretzel.

I’m also proud to share my latest participation on Huffington Post Live. Happy (Half) Hour is a fun segment recapping the week in news. Along with two great hosts and three awesome guests, I weighed in on Biden’s latest antics, the fiscal cliff result, the potential extinction of frogs, and of course the Kimye baby.